Carl The Npc Novels & Stories

Pale as the moon, it continued to leak like a squashed bug; it smelled even worse. Carl stumbled forward, extending a shaking hand to touch a prison he’d only expected to escape in death. Lines and scars he’d known for a lifetime rested on its surface. Even the hairs remained. Between gray temples, the remains of Carl’s old face gaped at him broken-jawed—an eyeless, toothless mask. He backed away. Fuck. Oh, fuck me. What did she . . . Where is . . . ?

Carl suddenly interjected with a love-stricken face. "Ouch! Fuck!" But before anyone could realize what happened, an iPad went flying toward Carl, hitting his face. "I'm just joking! Fuck you!" Carl angrily raves while groaning in pain. "The next time, it would be a bullet" unbothered, Luther mutters with spine-shivering coldness. ****tbc****

Carl said turning the words 180° as he didn't trust anybody with her information. Besides, he still has a lot to see in the world and doesn't want to die in hands of karma, just because he leaked some information about Qingxi's real self. "How did she contact you?" Lu Jingzhe asked, not knowing what to think about the matter. As far as he knows, and had experienced, this team of karma was one of the most unapproachable teams in the province. "That's none of your concern. Can we come straight to the point?" Carl asked as he was getting a bit impatient now.

Carl’s eyes land on me, and despite everything, he smirks, sending a shiver down my spine. “Should have known you’d pay them with sex to fix your situation,” Carl sneers. “Here I was thinking you guys had standards, but if you’re willing to fuck that, you clearly don’t, it's worse than a dog.” His words are venomous, dripping with contempt.

I said to him and he flashed me a smile. “You know, you're darn sexy when you give me that look that is supposed to mean that you see through me. This is why I can never move on, nobody does it for me like you,” Carl said and I picked up the knife that was next to me. We've f***** whatever this was out of our systems and now it was time to know if I would be cutting off the bond myself tonight or next week at most. Carl was a talented mage but so was I. “Alright! Gosh, you're so violent. I'm dying alright? And before you stab me the bond doesn't take you out with me. My kids need their mother but I also need a connection here before I go,” Carl said to me as he poured himself a glass of alco

“You’ll never break me.” For the first time, his smile faltered. Just a flicker. Enough for me to breathe. “You mistake me,” Carl said softly, his voice slipping colder, sharper. “I don’t intend to break you. I intend to use you.” The SUV slowed, pulling off the road. Through the tinted glass, I caught a glimpse of floodlights and barbed wire. A compound. His fortress. Carl leaned forward again, close enough that his cologne stung my nose and his words burned into me.

Cadell Marcus was very helpless. Cadell Marcus didn't tell a lie, it's just that the other person refused to believe it, he couldn't blame him for his high status, who said this old man had such a high status. This time, Waldo Roy Wizard's face also turned gloomy and shouted loudly. "Little Yellow Mouth, it's okay to talk nonsense! The poor man is too lazy to ask who you are. Allen Old is my Wizard friend. You offended him. Today, the poor man will help Allen Old teach you a little bit. Hey little yellow hair!"

I moved quickly and got right back on my feet and took a defensive stance. He threw three punches and I blocked with ease. Before he could turn or react, I striked back, punching his face. “ Easy there tiger. You don’t want me to look ugly for my fans at the ball”. A sneer plasters on his face making me roll my eyes. Carl is the gamma’s son and Darren’s gamma when my father decides to step down from his position. Carl is a down to earth kind of guy. He is about 6’3 tall, very muscular with a playboy grin always plastered on his ugly handsome face.

Carl tried to divert the boy's attention and even lifted him from the chair to bring to his room. "Papa Cawl(Carl) and Theo watch pown(porn)?" the boy curiously asked with his expectant look. Carl stared at his glaring mother before he looked around and saw everyone's warning look. "Porn is not for babies, it is for old men with beards. Papa Carl doesn't want to watch porn. Papa Carl is not an old man, papa Carl has no beard" Carl tried to retract what he said earlier which made Theo more confused. The boy stared at him with his knitted brows.

I threw the pine cone at him, hitting him right between the eyes. “You bitch,” Carl growled, jumping to his feet and taking a step towards me. “Sit down, Carl,” I told him, not bothering to get up. “As much as I’d love to smash in your teeth, there is work to be done.” “You don’t tell me what to do. I am a tracker for the praetor. You are nothing but a filthy dirty who-” Carl’s words were cut off as his back hit the floor, his feet swept out from under him by Callius.